Brendel.
Bien! Then take a Beispiel by your ancient teacher. Rub out all that he once imprinted on your mind. Build not thy house on shifting sand. And look ahead—and feel your way—before you build on this exquisite creature, who here lends sweetness to your life.
Rebecca.
Is it me you mean?
Brendel.
Yes, my fascinating mermaid.
Rebecca.
Why am I not to be built on?
Brendel.
[Comes a step nearer.] I gather that my former pupil has a great cause to carry forward to victory.